Archive for January 2013

30/01/2013

But it was never enough they were all so greedy.They never gave back, they just wanted to take,They were all so wrong, so empty and fake.

They broke my heart, I felt so bad,They tried to convince me it was me that was
mad.I lost all my energy and my self esteem,They’d sucked it all
out and shattered my dream.

They poisoned the love and turned it to hate,There’s no way back now, It’s past too late.I buried deep down the things that they said,But now all their words spin around in my head.

Karma will come back around one day,And all of those people will have to pay.I wouldn’t like to be in their shoes,When the Karmic Law gives out it’s dues.

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Trinity Law has just self-published a Novel on Kindle, entitled "The Queen of Karmic Crescent". Trinity is a mother of three and is a strong believer in the law of attraction and think her thoughts
accordingly!

28/01/2013

7 Cambridge college boysaround a table for
two, taking the whole casual-coffee thing to new heights; a mighty gathering of elbow patches and tweed, with absolutely
no pipes- some come from a non-smoking family.

And that last
sentence: not a lie nor a word of figment, but an overheard gobbet of pure
‘I’m-not-old-enough-to-wear-this-graph-paper-shirt’ innocence.

Matthew was born and raised outside of Boston, Massachusetts, where he lived until moving to Burlington, Vermont to study creative writing at Champlain College. Currently, he's living and working in Los Angeles, CA after having moved here in June 2012. Always on the run.

24/01/2013

This is a club scene
poem, so
imagine classics from the nineties
and fearless girls drinking from beer tins-
this is that night you want to omit
and not remember,
this is every night you’ve had to dance
and not wanted to.

He dropped his drink
for the red-bra-girl;
she thought it the rain,
but instead it were a wasted
drink down the cigarette drain.

Girls in Jack Daniels
who don’t like whiskey
nor dances,
nor the sting of alcohol
upon their tongue.

Alan Maguire is an Irish poet living in Cork City. He started writing poetry a few years ago as a result of reading Charles Bukowski, his favorite writer. Alan enjoys writing poetry more than stories, because it's easier and just as powerful .

Amara Pendergraft is 18 years young. She's an artist & a traveler, lives in Chicago & has a loyal Siberian husky named Chaplin as a best friend. Poetry is a big part of Amara, and to know her, all you have to do is read her poems.

22/01/2013

Manhattan by line,
by subway track purr,
by foot in a midwinter
fresh, gale force air.

The dying battery in
Times Square's wristwatch,
halts hands in mid air,
each hailing the second taxi
that comes to them
every next minute;
definitely in the next ten.

Buried benches in thigh high
snow look lost, with
only their branching tops
on display for the tourist's show,
tramping through
this January snow.

Double-back, back
past the Chipotle store,
where diners stand and eat,
stand and greet,
stand with napkins to appear neat,
stand near the radiator to warm their feet,
stand-in-the-corner-and-text-your-wife-saying-you'll-be-home-late-because-this-meaty-wrap-is-pleasurable-to-eat.

He was with another
woman, kissing her cheek.

Manhattan is a horizon of horizontal lines,
drawn by pencil lead, led up a page
to create this fascinating portrait
that a point-and-click-camera
cannot comprehend,
let alone negotiate.

We can go unnoticed there, like
most others in this gale force air,
but billboard boys-
the ones that braid virgin building hair,
window panes
and balcony balustrade-
are the famous ones
of Broadway, with nothing more
than their commercial stare.

Angelica Villarruel was born and raised in Los Angeles, Ca. Writing became an escape for her at a young age, and helped her get through many difficult times in my life. Angelica graduated from the University of California at Riverside with a Bachelor's in Sociology. This past September Angelica Villarruel published her first book of poems, Journey through the Heart.

G. David Schwartz is the former president of Seedhouse, the online interfaith committee. Schwartz is the author of A Jewish Appraisal of Dialogue (1994) and Midrash and Working Out Of The Book (2004). Currently a volunteer at The Cincinnati J, Schwartz continues to write.His newest book, Shards And Verse (2011) is now in stores or

Bola Opaleke was born in Nigeria in 1973. Bola was educated through secondary school and later attended Obafemi Awolowo University in Western Nigeria where he graduated with honors. He relocated to Canada in 2011 as a Permanent Resident.

Daniella Robin Bondar is a native New Yorker who recently graduated from college. It is time for her to enter the big scary world and it has her in a daze. Daniella is a humor essayist by nature but sometimes a poem or two slips out of her. When not writing, Daniella spends time pondering life, philosophy, and what hell there will be when there is no more paper left on this earth.

17/01/2013

Northern light eyes
born in a northern town-
south of the river, dense
in flood creeping higher,
hourly by the night.
Another thousand horses charge down
canyon stream, to much applause
and to many a scream.

16/01/2013

Some nights, I am Jane Eyre
But with Shirley’s face and flashing eyes
Beautiful, I lie ready to submit
Gift-wrapped in the warm of silk
To Rochester.My Rochester!Only he keeps changing
He was Beauty’s Beast. I stole him
From the mewling thing
And then Jackman who used to be
Wolverine
His claws left me sick
With anticipation.NowRochester is green and large and mean
And I close my eyes and sigh
And imagine crying with delight
As he tears me through
With the passionate, sweet brutality
Of his hulk.- - -Adreyo Sen, based in Kolkata, hopes to become a full-time writer. He did his undergraduate work in English and his postgraduate work in English, Sociology and the building of castles out of thin air. Hehas been published in Kritya, Danse Macabre and Wordsmiths Online.

Edward O’Dwyer (b. 1984 in Limerick) is published widely in journals and anthologies throughout Ireland, the United Kingdom, the United States and Australia, among them, Poetry Ireland Review, Agenda, The Houston Literary Review. He also recently got to represent Ireland at the Poesiefestival, Berlin, 2012 in their European ‘renshi’ project. His first collection, A Love Poem Mostly For You, is forthcoming from Salmon Press.

13/01/2013

grew upon chin
and cheek;
3 years in the making,
the no shaving,
helped to grow by
his tears from his crying.

Orange, orange,
orange again jumpsuit,
prisoner in the arms
of those whom shoot-
not to wound, but fire
with the intent to surround
and then to
close in
to cap a bullet for the kill.

Fire flares into the night
so phosphorous full
stops hail down, and on
the floor in front of the believers,
a paragraph shall form, with perfectly
placed punctuation;
detailing and listing
why they plucked this man
from a French farmhouse village,
and let him grow young,
in fear,
in this far, middle eastern haven.

08/01/2013

Fading words slip through her
twisted grin. One corner turned up, one corner down. No one understands, but
me. I am she, and she is me, you see. Interestingly enough, she rarely speaks.
Cluttered thoughts forced through dark passageways; a Venetian flow beat down
into hiding. A face shaded by ghastly masks of porcelain, different shades for
different days.

Covered.

No one speaks. Waving around her
feather of thought, it flows and lands delicately—yet brash.

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Janeé Deal is a working writer living in Plano, Texas. She is also a recent college graduate of the University of Memphis with a degree in creative writing.

The edges of houses seem to mergeterraces seem to flow into each otherlike marshmallows in a frying pan, melting and becoming one.

Which belongs to the Hindu, which to the Muslim?which to the Brahmin, which to the Dalit?Who can tell, when the demarcations are no more...when dwellings are a blur, when only the cluster is in focus.

If roofs didn't exist,the walls would tell a different story.

The top view makes what is plural, singular.If it wasn't for the bird's-eye view,the rooftops would make us feel taller than we are.

Later, at forty five thousand feet,all view disappears.Thick clouds remain.They look solid, as if one could step out of the planeand walk on them.- - -

Vinita Agrawal is a writer and poet based in Mumbai. She has been published in international print and online journals like asiancha, fox chase review, golden sparrow literary review, spark, constellations, brown critique, museindia, kritya, touch-the journal of healing, poetry24 etc and in a few national anthologies as well.

Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi lives in St. Louis, Missouri, USA, where she specializes in immigration and not-for-profit matters. She holds a B.A. in English and Spanish, and a Master of Arts in Spanish from Saint Louis University in Madrid and St. Louis. While recovering from brain surgery, she teaches creative writing to men in a maximum security jail, and is working on a poetry anthology, Surviving Gracefully, and a novel, Poem to Follow.